Stalked by a bloodthirsty hunter, I slipped into a deserted media room, and he quickly followed. The door closed with an ominous click. We eyed each ...ther warily for a moment, and then launched into each other’s arms. Our mouths fused and our tongues battled, slipping and sliding dexterously around nipping teeth. His impatient hands pushed down the top of my tank and bra, baring a large perky breast for our mutual pleasure. He twisted my nipple between those wondrous fingers, pinching and. She didn’t feel cross at the soft, warm voice that said good-bye to her from the handset. Alone with her thoughts again, she decided that the whole lobby was completely filthy. She spent the next hour windexing the two glass walls, polishing hard, careful to remove any annoying streaks. The Inn & Suites was in the slightly shifty area of town built around the Interstate off-ramp, which worried…um, what was her boyfriend’s name? Well, whatever. He was always telling her to be careful around. He said that many gentlemen of this country, having of late found female companionship lacking in their wives, he conceived that the want of femininity might be well supplied by the bodies of young lads who have not yet committed a crime; so great a number of males in every province being now ready to starve for want of work and service; and these to be predisposed to violence. But with due deference to so excellent a friend and so deserving a patriot, I cannot be altogether in his sentiments;. .I can still remember it like yesterday :-)“A married guy looking for another married guy for some fun” said the advert ,..and he was in my town. So I sent him an email. He was very patient with me as we exchanged messages for like months, swapped a couple of pictures. I just wasn’t sure if I could go thru with it. Even had a meet arranged at a local pub. I got to the car park and bottled it. He messaged me later to say he had had 3 pints while he waited, but wasn't cross. Then one Monday.